Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome- The humor and the heartache.

March 7, 2008 by Jill Stewart 8 Comments

There is one thing you won’t see on this blog for a very long time if ever.  You won’t see me posting about my children or what they have done today.  Why?  I don’t have any.  Yes, that’s right.  I am a 29 year old woman without children.  I have two dogs and two cats.  I also have a gaggle of nephews and one little niece I have never seen.  So, the question is why don’t I have children?

My soon to be ex-husband and I starting trying to have children about 2 years into our marriage.  After about a year of trying with no results, I went to see a horrible evil woman of an OB-GYN who informed me that I had PCOS and needed to lose weight and to take these magic little pills to fix everything.  First, I was already in Weight Watchers and working on losing weight.  Second, there is nothing like a 5’9, thin, blonde telling a 5’3 & 1/2 brunette that she needs to lose weight.  DUH, hence why I was going to Weight Watchers.  Anyway, she didn’t take blood tests, she didn’t do an ultrasound to verify PCOS, and she didn’t explain it.  She just diagnosed it and ran off to another patient who she obviously felt had more important things going on than the fat brunette who couldn’t get pregnant!

I took the little pills she prescribed, Metformin, and continued to lose some weight.  When I went in for my next check up she informed me I wasn’t loosing weight fast enough.  It had been about 5-6 weeks and I had lost 14lbs.  A healthy weight loss is 2-3 lbs. per week , so in my opinion I was right where I should have been.  That was it for me.  I gave that bitch the boot and never looked back.

I found a new doctor who was amazing.  He was a standard OB-GYN as well as a Fertility Specialist.  It’s actually amazing how you can sneak some fertility tests in when you go to a doctor who does both.  He drew blood and then asked me to go into another room for an ultra sound. 

This was not my first rodeo as far as having someone checking out the most private of private parts of my body, but this chair I thought was quite odd.  I had never been in a sitting up type position before for an ultra sound, nor had I ever put my feet in stirrups.  I just kind of shrugged it off thinking it must be some weird table they used for other exams, artifical insemination, or other weird angle necessary things, and plopped my feet into the stirrups.

The longer I sat there the more I started raising my eyebrow.  This nurse comes in and very matter-of-factly pulls out a very large vibrator shaped wand.  WTF?!   She lubes it…double WTF?!!!   Slides a condom on it…now I was past WTF and more on to the OH HELL NO  you aren’t sticking that in me phase, when she started lubing the outside.  OK, seriously, this thing had to have been a foot long and NO I am not exaggerating.  I politely cleared my throat and asked what she was doing.  She politely informed me that we were doing an internal ultrasound.  Oh.  They could have warned a girl. Guess I had no need to worry about the sticky ultra sound jelly getting on my clothes. 

Anyway, at the end of the day and a very uncomfortable amount of stretching I saw the ultrasound myself.  I had the very typical sign of someone with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.  It’s called a string of pearls.  What is this string you might be wondering?  It is when you can see all of your mature and not so mature eggs lined up in your ovaries.  All around the edges there was a circle of eggs.  It was at that very moment my life changed to what it is today.

To be continued-